I have not re-read this, there may be some mistakes

Exams tomorrow, for the next 2 weeks! *goes and cries in a corner* That's why I've been gone for a couple weeks...maybe? Anyway, revision took up my weeks, that's why I couldn't update. (I've seen your R&Rs)

Speaking of which, you guys want the chapters longer? OK, this one may be too short for you too but the next one hopefully won't. I have it planned out and everything.

Enjoy guys

Sapphy Xxx

Stella POV

I guess you could say we got off easy after starting the whole food fight in the cafeteria. After a good half hour of a lecture from the headmaster, me and Brandon were issued a 2 hour detention, every day until the end of the week.

Why? Well I'm still such a newbie here so they're yet to test me to see whether I'm in the right sets for class. If I were to be excluded then that wouldn't be very good for my learning. Or Brandon's for that matter. Apparently his grades are so bad (he's failing almost all his subjects) that excluding him is basically a big 'no' because then, to him, it'd be a huge green card to skip work. Thus, the two hour detention every week night seemed fairer.

The three fifteen bell rang and I got up from Science to go to English (that's where the detentions are being held). I grabbed my phone and frantically texted Bloom.

Gonna be stuck in English for another two hours so won't be hanging with you guys tonight or until the end of the week. Stupid detention yuh know? XxStell

Damn seriously stell? Screw that detention! Why'd he even give you one since you're still new?! Fuck it, I'll tell the others DW. Enjoy your detention. Bloom xoxo

"Naughty naughty! You shouldn't have your phone out in the corridors, school rules."

And there stood the most arrogant jerk in the whole school. I glared at him before shoving my phone back into my pocket. Besides whom was he calling naughty, after all his dirty crimes in the school?

Hypocrite

The corridors were bare and silent as we stood waiting for a teacher. Soon the clack of heels could be heard and a women wearing possibly the ugliest outfit I've seen strides towards us. "Right from now on, you're in detention conditions so that means no talking, no phones, no food and don't mess about." She had buck teeth and talked with a lisp. Though you couldn't help but take her seriously.

We followed her in and grabbed the nearest chair to the door possible ironically furthest away from Misses desk.

I knew this detention wasn't going to be fun but I didn't realise how draining it is. To sit, in a room, in silence and do nothing.

"Well this is fun."

"Be quiet!" Ms snapped, her attention drawn to us. Well, Brandon more like.

About half an hour into this prison sentence, a tapping started behind me. A slow, annoying tapping. "Quit it!" I hissed under my breath.

A couple more taps. "No."

He's so stubborn!

"If you hadn't already noticed, that's annoying me."

"If you hadn't already noticed, that's my point."

"Would you two mind telling me what you're discussing, since it's so important?"

Damn it! "Uhm, no we're fine." I mumbled casually. Ms nodded, suspiciously but went back to marking. Note to self: next time duct-tape his hands to the chair!

The detention definitely lagged! An hour had finally gone by yet it felt like years! At least I was half way through.

Ms had finished marking and now lay asleep on the desk, with her head lying on her folded arms. This could work to my advantage...

I slowly turned so's that I was facing more towards the door and attempted to leave without anyone knowing, until someone coughed which made me almost jump out of my skin. I glared at Brandon who just sat smug. If only looks could kill, cause I'm tempted to punch him.

"You're trying to sneak out?"

"No." I lied.

"You think I'm stupid?"

Obviously. "No. I'm just saying I was going to...uhm..."

"You're wasting your breath."

"Yeah, I know." Mumbling I sat back down. Now there's no sneaking out. To waste time I pulled out my phone and earphones and played my music on shuffle whilst surfing through Facebook. Same old stuff: Like for a like, comment a picture...

Why do I feel like I'm being watched? I looked back to find Brandon practically leaning on my shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I hissed pulling out an ear bud.

"Watching."

"Well use your own phone."

"Can't. Don't have it."

"Ugh. You have an answer for everything!" He laughed a little in amusement. The warmth of his breath caught the back of my neck which sent a warm tingling sensation through my body. I tried to stop the smile that was forming on my lips and not admit to myself that I liked him being so close. But he's a player and an idiot and you hate him.

"Stop a sec." He moved closer to get a better look at the screen. "Pass me your phone."

I muted my music and pulled out my ear buds. "No!" Before I had time to register what was happening, he'd leaned over and pulled the phone from my hands. "Wha-! Give it back!"

"Not with your attitude."

Attitude? This boy needs a reality check. "Define attitude for me because FYI this isn't one!"

He raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Really? Cause you're acting kinda bitchy."

"Just give me my phone." I ordered impatiently, ignoring his last comment.

"If I were you," he snarled. "I'd sit down and shut the fuck up because you're going to regret it."

I should've snatched the item from his grip but I obediently did as he said. Why was I giving into him all of a sudden? He doesn't own me. Brandon kept at the screen, occasionally mumbling something to himself or smiling dirtily at a picture. I mentally slapped myself for admitting to liking him being near me.

I amused myself for the next hour by staring at the clock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. When will this torture stop? A lifetime later, two hours were up. I got up, grabbed my belongings and left with Brandon following behind. We left Ms in the room to sleep.

"Here." Brandon held out my phone for me to take.

"...Thanks." He shrugged digging his hands into his pockets. So I turned and started walking, checking he hadn't breached my privacy whilst he was on it. But he hadn't, thankfully. I texted mom to say I was on my way back. "See ya in English, Beautiful!" He yelled. I could hear the annoying sarcasm and could easily picture his smirk. I scrunched up my nose in disgust. God knows what he's playing at. Hopefully he'll be too busy in the Janitor's Closet to attend...attend any lessons for that matter. After all he's got his own ugly life to deal with and that really is the most important thing to him. And I've got my life. So why is it always...me and him?